i choose the road you wouldnt seek, the life of pain the right to speak i made the life you wouldnt dare to fly up so high with angels so fair your eyes they close block out the scene the waters so blue and grasses so green i made a life made up my mind… Continue reading Choice
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Beneath the Ruins
Skeletal whispers adorn the decaying ruins. The castle entrance is rubble at my bare feet. Tall tower imposing, encompassing all that dare to view. Voicing a challenge in a loud, booming voice, leaving tortured victims in the dewy grasses. The grey stone, antiquated. Unbearable, to see in an instant lives flash before our eyes, to… Continue reading Beneath the Ruins